Rather than providing any elaborate flavour descriptions, I’ll let these snapshots speak for themselves. Just like your favourite childhood story before it is transformed into a garish cinema blockbuster, sometimes it’s better to just use your imagination…

This Sardinian restaurant may be a “little secret” to most of Dorset, but it’s a favourite with my family – offering an impressive selection of Italian classics such as this chef’s special seafood soup, it’s easy to understand why!

This “pop-up” diner at Masterchef Live gave me a chance to try Roast’s top-quality meats, but unfortunately I feel they suffered slightly from the stall’s fast-food style (and wooden cutlery!) – I’d like to visit their restaurant above Borough Market this year so I can test out their full dining experience.

I was offered a free meal for two people (and a bottle of wine) at Canteen after tweeting about a disappointing dinner at their Spitalfields branch – the food was good but the waiting staff were distracted and there were long delays between courses. I’m relieved to say that on my return trip there had been a vast improvement – I’m terrible for nosing at other people’s plates when I eat out, and each one I saw looked equally appetising!

The view from my table proves that The Greenhouse’s description of their Michelin-starred restaurant as an “oasis of calm” is an accurate one – pan-fried onion squash pumpkin with mussels and coconut broth (plus a glass of fine red wine!).

A melt-in-the-mouth main course – braised beef short ribs with an apple and Szechuan puree (“pommes boulangeres” served separately).

With daily specials scrawled on chalkboards and shelves crammed with brightly-coloured jars and packets, the decor of Bill’s is just as appealing as the brunch menu – French toast sprinkled with fruit, walnut yoghurt and maple syrup.

You may not be surprised to hear that I didn’t order this chocolate brownie milkshake – though I secretly wish that I had!

…and finally, my local chippy

If you’ve read this blog before you’ll know that my boyfriend and I recently moved to London together – but he was born in Liverpool and I grew up in Dorset. One of his biggest fears about moving “down South” as he put it (it’s still North for me!) was whether we’d find somewhere that served “proper chips”…

Thankfully his fears were alleviated when we discovered a great place for a battered fish supper just round the corner from our little flat – though there’s still a North / South divide on whether this takeaway treat should be served with curry sauce or mayonnaise!

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About Me

London-based food writer who attempts to balance a passion for gastronomy with a keen interest in fitness. When she's not seeking out the tastiest treats the capital has to offer, Katy can usually be found perusing the latest cookbooks, working out in the gym, or experimenting in the kitchen.